@courtcan
It's coming back to me now. I saw the Starship Troopers movie. A CGI horror. I guess the gore is what comes back to me in fragments, and I'd read the book like a couple of decades earlier which barely helped me understand the movie.
Or I'd read at least part of it. I can't remember if I finished it or not. I remember the circumstances of the reading better than I remember the book.
I was sitting in a bus terminal in the big city of Kansas City where I'd been transported courtesy of the government to take my draft physical. I was nearing graduation from my little Midwestern college and the government was wasting no time as my draft status was going to change soon.
I'd spent the previous night in the crummy KC hotel provided for me and at least a dozen others collected from around the area. I shared a room with some young fellow I'd never met, and he surely was more unusual than most who'd been bussed there.
I recall spending that evening nervously looking out the hotel window at the KC night life, and realizing that this wasn't the best neighborhood I could be in. Being of small town origin it took me awhile to realize what the gawdy dressed ladies walking up and down the sidewalk were up to. The seedy look of the neighborhood (and the unusual roommate) made it hard to sleep.
The next morning I, my roommate, and a dozen or more others were bussed to the location where we were to have the unpleasant experience of the assembly line physical. After that I was then waiting at the bus terminal to use the government provided bus ticket back to the homey comfort of my little college town.
It is only just possible that the draft physical experience overshadowed my recollections of the book.